David Copperfield

* Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel *

* Born is the king of Israel *

* I saw three ships come sailing in *

* On Christmas Day, on Christmas Day *

* I saw three ships come sailing in *

* On Christmas Day in the morning *

Mrs. David Copperfield, I think.

Yes.

Miss Trotwood.

You've heard of her, I dare say?

I...I've had that pleasure.

Now you see her.

Please...come in.

Oh, tut tut tut. Don't do that!

Come, come!

Why, bless my soul. You're a very baby.

I'm old enough to be a widow.

And a mother, if I live.

I'm all in a tremble. I shall die, I'm sure.

Nonsense! Have some tea.

Oh, dear me.

David Copperfield was my favorite nephew.

I'm afraid to admit I was mortally offended

when he married without consent of me to a wax doll I heard.

Of course, I'd never seen you.

Now that there's a child coming, what will you call your gal?

Perhaps, it will be a boy.

Don't contradict.

I have a presentiment it'll be a girl

and I shall be her godmother.

She shall be christened Betsey Trotwood Copperfield.

She must be well brought up. I shall see to that.

Far better than my impractical nephew would have done.

Mr. Copperfield has been dead only six months.

It is cruel of you to speak unkindly of him to me.

Peggotty...Peg..

My lamb, my lamb, my precious.

- I'll fetch the doctor. - Come, come. Don't dawdle.

- Fetch the doctor. - My lamb, my baby.

Peggotty is here, my sweet.

I-I beg your pardon, ma'am.

I-I say, I beg your pa.. I beg your pardon, ma'am.

This is Dr. Chillip.

- Eh? - Dr. Chillip.

I am happy to congratulate you. All is well over, and well over.

Mercy on the man, what's he doing?

Can't he speak?

- Some local irritation, ma'am. - Fiddlesticks!

How is she?

Well, as comfortable as one can expect a young mother to be.

- But the baby, how is she? - She, ma'am?

I apprehended you had known.

It's a boy.

A boy!

'David.'

David.

Poor father.

How lonely and dark it must be for him at night..

...while we're at home by the fire.

David.

I would have you, if you will, pursue with me into

the graciously eternal and lovely qualities of charity.

'I hope, and indeed I know, having lived among you all'

'for so many years'

that it is not an unknown thing

'a quality foreign to many of you.'

'And yet, how well also I know, that you may'

'in the difficulties of your daily life'

'find that the qualities of charity'

'aren't always so easy, so ready to observe.'

'As one may fancy..'

That man...he looks like the black panther

from my animal book, mother.

Hush, dear. He's a friend of mother's.

"When in summer months, the streams run dry

"the crocodile..

"...seeks out new waters wherein to live.

"But if the stream merely becomes low

it buries itself in the mud and waits for rain."

Bed, Master David?

Mommy promised me I could wait up.

I'm not sleepy.

Were you ever married, Peggotty?

Lord, no.

You're a very handsome woman, aren't you?

Hm, me handsome, Davy? Ha ha.

Oh, drat them buttons.

Now, read me some more about the crorkindills.

Some sort of a vegetable, isn't it?

Mama.

Mama, I waited up.

I knew you would, my darling.

This little fellow is highly privileged.

Why, Davy!

Dear little boy, I cannot wonder at his devotion.

Davy, you shouldn't be rude.

Mr. Murdstone's taken so much trouble to bring me home.

Let us say goodnight, my fine boy.

- Goodnight. - Ha ha ha. Come. Come.

Let us be the best of friends.

Why, Davy, that's the wrong hand.

No, no, no. A brave little fellow.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

Oh, mother, you do look pretty tonight.

Do I, darling?

Hope you had a pleasant evening, ma'am.

Much obliged to you, Peggotty, I had a very pleasant evening.

A stranger or so makes an agreeable change.

'No. No, it won't do.'

'No price would make it do, no.'

'How can you be so aggravating, you cruel thing?'

Not this one. Mr. Copperfield wouldn't have liked.

That I say and that I swear!

Good heavens, you'll drive me mad.

Was ever a poor girl so ill-used by her servants as I am!

What have you got against Mr. Murdstone?

Is it to be hinted I'm lacking in affection

for my precious treasure?

The dearest little fellow that ever was.

Nobody never went and hinted no such thing.

Am I a naughty mama to you, Davy?

Am I a nasty, cruel, selfish, bad mama?

I don't love you at all, do I?

Yes, you do.

I never meant to hurt you, ma'am.

I never meant..

- Master David? - Yes, Peggotty?

How would you like to spend a fortnight with me

at my brother's at Yarmouth?

Wouldn't that be a treat?

Is your brother an agreeable man, Peggotty?

Oh, what an agreeable man he is!

- He's a fisherman. - Oh, I say, Peggotty.

Oh, then there's the boats and the sea.

Oh, oh, but Peggotty, what will mama do while we're away?

She can't sleep in this big room all by herself.

Oh, bless you. Don't you know?

Why, she's going to stay with friends.

Oh ho ho, she'll have plenty of company.

If that's it, I'm ready to go.

Splendid. Now, to bed.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig

Home again, home again..

- Goodbye, my love. - Goodbye, mother.

Take precious care of him, Peggotty.

For dear's sake, take care of yourself, ma'am.

Drive very safely. Won't you, dear Mr. Barkis?

- Bye, ma'am. - Goodbye, mama.

Goodbye, ma'am.

Goodbye, mama. Goodbye.

Goodbye, darling.

Goodbye. Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Davy. - Goodbye, mama. Goodbye.

'Goodbye.'

Goodbye, my love.

Goodbye.

Oh, there's my Am!

Growed out of all knowledge.

'Am!'

Hi!

- Am! - So good to see ya.

How are ya?

- Who's that one? - That's Ham, her nephew.

Oh.

No sweethearts, I believe?

What?

No person courting.

Oh no, no.

Ah.

Well, when you was talking to her private..

...perhaps you'd tell her that Barkis is willing.

That Barkis is willing?

Is that all the message?

Well, y-y-yes.

Barkis is willing.

Very well, Mr. Barkis. I'll tell her.

Yon's our house, Master Davy.

Put me down.

It's a real boat that's been in the water.

'Yes.'

But it's upside down.

Well, it's all so delightful.

See the pretty dears.

Well, mates, how are you?

Ha ha, Lass!

Ah, Daniel.

Well, sir, I'm glad to see you, sir.

Very glad. You'll find us rough, sir.

But you'll find us ready.

How's my little Emily?

Blue like your eyes, my pretty.

That come in a big boat all the way from France.

Thank you!

Oh, drat that chimney.

I am a lone lorn creature

and everything goes contrary with me.